Gemotions

The flickering fluorescent lights of the storage unit buzzed and hummed, a constant, grating sound that amplified the tension building in Evelyn’s chest. Another box. Another memory she couldn’t place. She was slowly going insane trying to figure out what was hers and what wasn't.

She was already late for her book club, and she didn't care. She’d spent hours rummaging through dusty crates, desperately searching for anything familiar. She glared at the time capsule box. After this, she was going home to sit on the sofa and do nothing, absolutely nothing. Her hands shook as she lifted the lid.